A Monologue with the Æther

Panaeolus subbalteatus

Panaeolus subbalteatusIt’s spring breakThe kids from the mountain valleyshave come to the coastto the big citybringing gifts of hallucinogenic substancesfresh from the cow pasturesPanaeolus subbalteatus

I have acquired my firstFrom the older brother of a friendWe make the exchangebehind the Naro Expanded Cinemawhere I plan on trippin andwatching the midnight showing ofStop Making Sense

When my hippie parents gave me the talk,they included detailed explanations of the psychotropic, addictive, and toxic tendenciesof “narcotic” substances deemed illictby our all-knowing government

I’ve only ever tried dope and shroomsdon’t like dopedid like shrooms

I’m prepared exceptAmong the crowd in the lobbynear the stair to the balconyis Brian

“Hey, I heard you’re dropping shrooms,” he says

I had not long beforedropped several capson my tongueletting them softenand feed me their psychoactive toxinsthen chewed and swallowed